When I knew what I had to do / I took all my notebooks, all my manuscripts / and ate them page by page / so I could take my words with me
Whether you're in bed or in court, everybody gets off.
Girls have to go somewhere dangerous every now and then just so they know they can find their way home.
Someone's writing down your mistakes, someone's documenting your downfall.
At any moment, you know, your manufactured cool could blow.
The ambitions are wake up, breathe, keep breathing.